Babe (1995) - Quotes

Fly: [rushes out of the barn, then she runs around the house; Rex is shown under the wagon watching Fly calling Babe and she approaches him, informing of what Duchess has done to Babe] Babe? Babe? Babe? Babe? Babe's run away! Rex? Please?

Duchess the Cat: Oh, do forgive me for scratching you, dear. I got a bit carried away. It's a cat thing.

Babe: Oh, well, but...

Duchess: Feeling good about tomorrow, are you?

Babe: Mm-hmm. It should be all right, I think.

Duchess: You know, I probably shouldn't say this, but I'm not sure if you realize how much the other animals are laughing at you for this sheepdog business.

Babe: Why would they do that?

Duchess: Well, they say you've forgotten that you're a pig. Isn't that silly? They say you don't even know what pigs are for.

Babe: What do you mean, what pigs are for?

Duchess: You know, why pigs are here.

Babe: Why are any of us here?

Duchess: Well, the cows are here to be milked. The dogs are here to help the Boss's husband with the sheep. And I am here to be beautiful and affectionate to the Boss.

Babe: Yes?

Duchess: [sighs softly] The fact is that pigs don't have a purpose. Just like ducks don't have a purpose.

Babe: I—I don't, uh...

Duchess: Oh, all right, for your sake, I'll be blunt. Why do the Bosses keep ducks? To eat them. So why do the Bosses keep a pig? The fact is that animals who don't seem to have a purpose a purpose really do have a purpose. The Bosses have to eat. It's probably the most noble purpose of all when you come to think about it.

Babe: [horrified] They eat pigs?

Duchess: Pork, they call it. Or bacon. They only call them pigs when they're still alive.

Babe: [frightened] But, uh, I'm a sheep pig!

Duchess: [giggles; chuckles softly] The Boss's husband is just playing a little game with you. Believe me, sooner or later, every pig gets eaten. That's how the world works. Oh, I haven't upset you, have I?

Ferdinand: So, uh... what's happening?

Cow: Oh, no.

Fly: You'll need to be on top form tomorrow.

Babe: Night, Mum.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: [horn honks] Now, it's all very simple. Just half an hour at 350 degrees. I've given you rabbit casserole on Friday. Now, for Duchess, it's liver in the morning, heart for the evening. Except for Fridays, if it's steak in the morning and the cooked liver at night. Warm it up in a frying pan for a bit, but test it before you give it to her because she bites into it before she knows what's what, the silly darling. That'll be the bus. Oh! Farewell.

Farmer Hoggett: Have a nice time. Farewell.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Hello, everyone!

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Oh, dearie me, Valda. I know I have to be at the National Conference. I am the Assistant General Secretary of the Northeast Region after all, but I do worry about leaving that man alone.

Valda: Yet acting a bit strange?

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Just silly facts. Odd little facts only a wife would notice. Yet, I suppose he can't get up to too much mischief in just three days, can he?

Valda: Of course not.

Babe: Oh. Nice evening. Disgrace about the weather. Nasty cough!

Babe: It's alright. Really! I'm just, well...bless you.

Farmer Hoggett: [Then he tosses the cat out into the pouring rain] Enough!

Narrator: But Fly could never believe that Babe was a sheep-killer, so she remained in the field to do something she'd never done before... talk to the sheep.

Fly: Tell me. Who killed the old one?

Sheep: Wolf!

Fly: Wolf. Is that the only words you half-wits know?

Sheep: Wolf!

Fly: Are you saying it was a dog?

Sheep: Babe! Where's Babe?

Fly: Was it wolf or Babe?!

Sheep: Wolf! Where's Babe?! Wolf! Babe!

Narrator: Farmer Hoggett was carrying something in the crook of one arm. A kind of black, shiny tube.

Farmer Hoggett: Come, pig.

Narrator: The pig had a vague memory that shiny tubes produced food and guessed that some quite unexpected reunion would come out of the two small round mouths.

Sheep: Wolf! Babe! Wolf! Babe!

Fly: [yelling] QUIET!!!!

Narrator: Fly decided to speak very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that sheep were stupid, and no one would ever persuade her otherwise.

Fly: [straining] Please, please would you be so kind as to tell me what happened?

Sheep: [to each other] Shh! Quiet!

Fly: Please, tell me what just happened this morning.

Narrator: The sheep spoke very slowly, for it was a cold fact of nature that wolves were ignorant, and nothing would convince them otherwise.

Sheep: Babe came! He saved us! The wolves killed Maa. But Babe drove the wolves away!

Fly: Thank you. Thank you! Thank you all very much!

Sheep: Pleasure talking to ya.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: [Fly is shown running toward the shack. Farmer Hoggett walks out of it as she passes him to get inside; notice the shotgun on his hand] Hoggett! Hooey! Hoggett! ARTHUR! Well, there you are! What do you think? That was the police on the telephone. They said there are wild dogs about. Apparently, the Mitchells lost six lambs this morning. What on earth are you doing here with that gun?!

Farmer Hoggett: [looks at his shotgun, realizing the mistake he almost made; Esme frowns at him, but lets out a sigh and walks back into the house as we see Farmer Hoggett with a pleading look on his face upon learning the truth and removes the shells on his shotgun] Oh, err... nothing.

Babe: Mom. Mom! Mom! Can we start work early today?

Fly: Oh, dear, it's not even dawn yet. You can go to work until the rooster crows. Go back to sleep.

Babe: Excuse me. Hello, sir. Excuse me, but it's almost dawn and......

Rooster: Wait, what?

Babe: I'm sorry to disturb you, but it's almost dawn, and I wondered if you'd mind crowing just a few moments early this morning.

Rooster: Get out of here!

Babe: But, well, see I just...

Rooster: Get lost!

Babe: Oh, okay Rooster.

Sheep: Wolf! Babe! Wolf! Babe!

Narrator: Now the pig understood why the sheep called all dogs wolves. And he was filled with a deep and horrible rage.

Babe: Maa! Maa! Are you alright?

Maa: Hello, young'un.

Babe: Oh, Maa, can you get up?

Maa: [last words] I don't reckon.

Babe: [but her eyes are far apart. Her head droops and life leaves her; chokes back sobs, then bleating depressed as the sheep saying his name; the Boss's truck rumbles up] It's over, Maa. The wolves have gone far off. I'll get the boss up here to look after you. You'll be alright. You'll be alright! Oh, Maa! Maa! MAA!! MAA!! MAA!!! MAA!!!

Farmer Hoggett: Go Home, pig.

Narrator: Fly knew that there was only one fate for any creature that took the life of a sheep on Hoggett Farm.

Narrator: It was at that time that Mrs. Hoggett began to worry about her husband. But Farmer Hoggett knows that little ideas that tickled and nagged and refused to go away should never be ignored for in them lie the seeds of destiny.

Farmer Hoggett: Close the gate... like that, and you're done.

Babe: Was Rex a champion?

Fly: He had the makings of the biggest champion there ever was, but it wasn't to be.

Babe: What just happened?

Fly: A while back if Rex was in his prime, the winter rains brought a grand flood to the valley. Rex and the boss got most of the flock onto the high ground. Then Rex went back to look for the strays. He found them. They'd been stranded by the rising water. He tried to herd them across to safety, but they wouldn't budge. Too afraid and too foolish to save their own skins. It was freezing cold and the water kept rising. Rex stayed with them right through the night. By morning, the sheep were drowned. But until they found Rex, he was barely alive.

Babe: Oh, Mum!

Fly: Two weeks rest in front of the fire saw him back on his feet, but his hearing was never the same again. He'd never let anyone know, but he's almost totally deaf.

Babe: Is that why he's so, you know, frustrated?

Fly: That's not the half of it. All this was barely a month before the Grand National Challenge. He tried his best, but he couldn't hear the boss's calls, and it slowed him up. The cold truth is that, but for the foolishness of sheep, Rex would've been the champion of champions.

Narrator: A pig doing the work of a sheepdog? With Rex out of action and Fly injured from the fight, Farmer Hoggett had no choice.

Babe: Maa! Maa! The boss has to give you some medicine.

Maa: Oh, dear, I thought so! It's horrible stuff, that.

Babe: I know, but it's for the best.

Maa: Oh, our young'un, if you say so.

Farmer Hoggett: Shoo! Shoo!

Narrator: As the thought first came to him, Farmer Hoggett dismissed it as mere whimsy, but like most of his harebrained ideas, it wouldn't go away.

Babe: What are they doing here?

Fly: It's a sheepdog trial.

Babe: Then it's like a competition for sheepdogs.

Fly: And their bosses. It's like an obstacle curse.

Babe: How do they decide who wins?

Fly: Well, it's time and mistakes. You get points for how fast you are and they take points away for every mistake. Every time a sheep goes the wrong road, that's a mistake and you lose points.

Babe: Looks like fun!

Fly: Oh, for a sheepdog, there's no prouder moment. You know, Rex and I used to...never mind.

Fly: [Rex doesn't answer] Rex? I know it was hard for you today, watching all that happening. But surely it's not worth all this misery. Please, darling. Not on such a beautiful night.

Rex: [gets up growling] You...put these ideas into his head, two-faced traitorous WRETCH!!!

Farmer Hoggett: [Rex accidentally bites his hand] Get down! Down, Rex! Rex...

Narrator: A dark cloud had descended on the valley. And the pig felt that the dangers were all his fault. But he was certain, he knew how to set things right.

Babe: [in an attempt to apologize for being better than him] Um, excuse me, sir. But I-I-I-I think all this trouble-

Vet: Well, it's not distemper. Can't be rabies. Must be the hormones.

Esme Hoggett: What about Hoggett's notion, the dog being jealous of the wee pig?

Vet: Oh, I don't see that myself.

Esme Hoggett: No. Then what have we done?

Vet: Well, you can keep him locked up or snip, snip. I can do it Tuesday.

Arthur Hoggett: No.

Vet: Or Wednesday.

Esme Hoggett: Hoggett doesn't want the dog operated on. He's a breeding dog.

Vet: [injects Rex] Well, now, I can sedate him, of course, but he'll be useless as a working dog. Now I'm gonna give you some pills to put in his food.

Arthur Hoggett: Good dog.

Farmer Hoggett: Get them up, Pig.

Fly: [to Babe] He wants you to drive them out of the yard.

Farmer Hoggett: Away to me, Pig!

Fly: Remember, you'll have to dominate them. Do that and they'll do anything you want. Go. Go!

Babe: [approaching Fly] This is ridiculous, Mom.

Fly: Nonsense. It's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep. They're inferior.

Babe: Oh, dear, they're not.

Fly: Of course they are! We are their masters, Babe. Let them doubt it for a second and they'll walk all over you.

Rex: [barks frustratingly] Fly, get that pig out of there!

Fly: Make them feel inferior. Abuse them. Insult them.

Rex: Fly!

Babe: But they'll laugh at me.

Fly: Then bite them! Be ruthless. Whatever it takes. Bend them to your will.

Rex: Enough!

Fly: Go ahead! Go!

Babe: Move along there, you...you big butt heads!

Maa: Young'un, stop this nonsense! What's got into you all of a sudden? I just got finished tellin what a nice young pig you be.

Babe: Maa, I was just trying to be a sheepdog...

Maa: Hah! Enough wolves in the world already, without a nice lad like you turnin nasty. You haven't had it in you, young'un!

Rex: [fumes at Fly] You and I have descended from the grand sheepdogs. We carry the bloodline of the ancient Bahou. We stand for something. And today, I watched in shame as all that was betrayed.

Fly: Rex, dear, he's just a little pig.

Rex: All the bigger the insult.

Babe: I'm sorry I bit you. Are you alright?

Sheep: Well, I wouldn't call that a bite myself. You've had teeth in that floppy mouth of yours or just gums?

Babe: [opening his mouth wide] Aaaah!

Maa: You see, ladies? A heart of gold!

Sheep: Heart of gold.

Maa: No need for all this wolf nonsense, young'un. All a nice little pig like you need do is ask.

Babe: Thanks very much. It was very kind of you.

Sheep: A pleasure. What a nice little pig!

Fly: [to Babe] Alright, how did you do it?

Babe: I asked them and they did it. I just asked them nicely.

Fly: We don't ask sheep, darling. We warn them what to do.

Babe: But I did so, Mom. They were really friendly. Perhaps Rex might be a little more friendly if I had a speak with him.

Fly: No, no, no. I think you better leave that to me.

Mrs. Hoggett: ...a washing machine, a radio, a new alarm clock. I think it's a lovely fax machine, darling, but can't you use it?

The Hoggetts daughter: We already have one, Mom. That's the entire idea. We can send faxes to each other. Now, don't be afraid of it just because it's new.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: These accounts are a real concern, Arthur. Every month your expenditure is bigger than your income. It's eating up your reserves the entire time. You need to modernize, get some sort of cash flow going. You're yet using a horse and cart, for heaven's sakes. Dad?

Farmer Hoggett: Funny, that.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: Wait, what?

Farmer Hoggett: These chickens, that pig.

The Hoggetts son-in-law: What's the pig had to do with anything?

Farmer Hoggett: [doesn't warn his family, but the next morning, he decides to see if he's really seen a pig herding chickens; turns to Babe; Babe hesitates] Nothing. Just look at them. The browns and the whites. Come, Rex. Come, Fly. Come, Pig. Come, Pig!

Fly: Maybe he's pleased with you for what you did yesterday.

Babe: I didn't do much.

Fly: Well, if it wasn't for you, darling, they could've stolen the entire flock.

Babe: Is Rex unhappy with me?

Fly: Oh, he'll be alright. Just stay out of his road today.

Farmer Hoggett: Way to be, Fly. Rex, come by!

Babe: You're so fast. I'd never be able to fly like you can.

Fly: Pigs aren't built to fly, darling. But speed isn't the fact. It's attitude. They just have to know who's boss.

Narrator: At any other time, the pig would've been tickled pink by his first visit to the sheep fields. But now, there was fear in the air. Maa and her kind were under threat.

Sheep Rustler: Hey, Frank, feel like pork for dinner tonight?

Maa: Young'un! You're alive!

Babe: Maa! What's going on? Who are these men?

Frank: [whistles] I'll get him out. Come around, Sniff!

Babe: [gets knocked over by Sniff] Where's our boss? It doesn't seem right.

Esme: [upon seeing her granddaughter heartbroken] What's wrong, dear?

The Hoggetts granddaughter: [complaining and sobbing; shrieking tearfully as we see Arthur smirking at his granddaughter's tantrum, trying not to laugh; crying] It's the wrong one! I WANT THE HOUSE I SAW ON THE TELEVISION!!

Esme: [comforting her granddaughter] Oh, there, there.

Farmer Hoggett: [Fly jumps into the truck bed. Then the farmer lifts Babe up behind her] Nice dog. Nice pig.

Fly: I'm very proud of you, my boy.

Babe: I'm going to be a nice sheepdog if I grow up, aren't I?

Fly: None of my pups would have done any better than you did so today.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Here it is!

Farmer Hoggett: The bird.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: Yuck. Chicken?

The Hoggetts daughter: No, it's Duck a l'Orange. And, Mother, it looks absolutely superb.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: I'm not going to eat any of it!

The Hoggetts daughter: Oh, this is fabulous.

Babe: Ferdinand!

Cow: If you're out here, who's that in there?

Ferdinand: Her name's Rosanna. Why Rosanna? She–She had such a beautiful nature.

Babe: Oh, Ferdinand.

Ferdinand: I can't take it anymore.

Cow: Really!

Ferdinand: The fear's too much for a duck. It eats away at the soul. There must be kinder dispositions in far-off gentler lands.

Cow: The only way you'll find happiness is to accept that the way things are is the way things are.

Ferdinand: The way things are stinks! I'm not gonna be a goner. I'm gone! I wish all of you the best of luck.

Babe: Where will you go?

Ferdinand: No idea. But I'm a clever duck. I could do with an adventure.

Babe: I'll miss you, Ferdy.

Ferdinand: [jumps up on the gate and turns to Babe] Ferdy? Ha! No one's ever called me that before. Ha ha ha! Hey, good luck, Pig. Ha! I am out of here.

Babe: Bye-bye.

Ferdinand: Hey! Oh! Ow! And would you do me a favor, old thing?

Babe: Anything Good Luck, Ferdinand and Farewell.

Ferdinand: [with that said, he takes off] Open the gate, right pig, huh?

Babe: Farewell!

Narrator: The pig knew it was against the rules to leave the farm. But something was certainly wrong.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: How lovely, darling. What is this?

The Hoggetts son-in-law: It's a fax machine, Mother. You can send us letters by phone.

Arthur Hoggett: Huh.

Mrs. Esme Cordelia Hoggett: Oh.

Babe: Fly, may I call you Mom?

Esme Hoggett: Hello!

The Hoggetts son-in-law: Hey, folks, how are you? Merry Christmas!

Esme Hoggett: Merry Christmas! How's my favorite girl? Nanny has a jellybean. Give us a kiss. And guess what we're having for Christmas dinner? Roast pork.

The Hoggetts granddaughter: I hate pork.

Maa: Darn silly carry-on, if you ask me.

Horse: The cat says they call it Christmas.

Ferdinand: [runs off in fear] Christmas! Christmas dinner, yes. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! Christmas means carnage! CHRISTMAS MEANS CARNAGE!!

Maa: Eating pigs! Blaah! Barbarians!

Babe: [runs up to Maa] You're going back to the fields, Maa.

Maa: Oh, young'un, tragic there ain't more of your kind. I'll be thinking of you always.

Babe: I could come and visit you, Maa.

Maa: [gets yanked as the cart pulls forward, she follows] I'd like that, but...well, we shouldn't hope for too much.

Babe: [humming the tune of "Jingle Bells"] La la la, la la la, la la la lala. La la la, lala la la, lalala la la la la, hey!

Narrator: And then, it was Christmas Eve, and time had run out for the pig.

Mrs. Hoggett: Are you doing him tonight, then?

Farmer Hoggett: Huh.

Mrs. Hoggett: Sure. The blood will drain by morning.

Farmer Hoggett: Pity.

Mrs. Hoggett: What's that?

Farmer Hoggett: Nothing.

Mrs. Hoggett: What on earth are you rambling on about?

Farmer Hoggett: Exchange to miss out on the best ham prize at next year's fair, is all. Nice plump haunches he's getting. Beautiful. Yet...silly to wait, I suppose so.

Rex: [sighs] It was my mistake. I was trying to loosen facts up a little. But, no. Today proves that it doesn't work. From now on, we'll all respect the rules. To each creature, its own destiny and every animal in its proper place. And a pig's proper place is under the old cart, not in the barn and absolutely never in the house. Is that understood?

Babe: Yes, sir.

Rex: Now, Pig, regarding the company you keep. Being young, it's hard to discriminate, so I'll make it easy for you. I forbid you to speak to or consort with that duck ever. Do I make myself clear?

Babe: Uh...what's "consort"?

Horse: It means, young man, that you must not go anywhere near that duck.

Rex: And as for the fugitive duck, when he shows himself, let him know this, being a duck he must behave like a duck. No more of this crowing nonsense. He should accept what he is and be thankful for it. That goes for all of us.

Cow: Here, here!

Narrator: Rex continued long into the night. Elsewhere, there was more talk. The subject was Christmas dinner and whether that year the main course would be roast pork or Duck a l'Orange.

Esme Hoggett: And pork is a nice, sweet meat. Then there's the crackling. That always adds interest and texture.

Ferdinand: Let's go over it one more time.

Babe: I go through the kitchen, across the living room...

Ferdinand: How do you go across the living room?

Babe: [thinks of something] Silently, so I don't awaken the cat. Then into the bedroom, get the mechanical rooster, and bring it out to you. But it's against the rules. Only dogs and cats are allowed in the house.

Ferdinand: It's a nice rule. But this is a matter of life and death!

Babe: [confused] That is?

Ferdinand: [sighs; they went inside the doghouse] Come here. Humans eat ducks!

Babe: [gasping] I beg your pardon?

Ferdinand: Ah, most ducks prefer to forget it, but the fact is that humans like to eat plump, attractive ducks.

Babe: Ohhh, I don't think so. Not the Boss; not the Boss's wife.

Ferdinand: Oh, come on. Humans don't eat cats - why?

Babe: Well, they're...

Ferdinand: They're indispensable—they catch mice. Humans don't eat roosters—why? They make eggs with the chickens and the hens and wake everyone up in the morning.

Babe: Right...

Ferdinand: I tried it with the hens; it didn't work. So I turned to crowing, and lo! I discover my gift to become indispensable! But now they bring in a machine to do the job! Oohhhh-oh-oh, the treachery of it! A mechanical rooster!

Babe: Oh dear me...

Ferdinand: [sighs/quacks] Oh, dear you?! I suppose the life of an anorexic duck doesn't amount to much in the broad scheme of things. But, Pig, I'm all I've got!

Babe: Why do you want me to do it?

Ferdinand: [sighs/quacks] Because...I'm allergic to cats.

Babe: Oh.

Ferdinand: They make me sneeze.

Babe: Oh. Don't worry, I won't wake up the cat.

Ferdinand: My life is in your hands...er, trotters.

Ferdinand: [silently rushes through the doggy door and into the house, flying; Babe stands like a statue as he lands; gently plucks the yarn from around his hoof] STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!! Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop. Here, let me get you out. Go outside.

Babe: But you said you needed me.

Ferdinand: Well, then, stand guard.

Babe: [follows Ferdinand] Guard what?

Ferdinand: [moans] Forget it. Stick with me, and please - I beg you - not one more word.

Ferdinand: [a sneeze twitches in his nose] Ah...

Babe: Don't sneeze, Ferdinand.

Ferdinand: Ah...

Babe: Just hold your breath.

Ferdinand: AHH...CHOO!!!

Fly: Not you, dear.

Babe: Why not?

Fly: We have to do dogs work. You're a pig. Your job is to stay here and eat your food. We'll be back at the end of the day.

Maa: [Babe investigates inside the pen; coughing] Darn wolf! Never do leave a body alone. Nag, nag, nag, all day long. Go here, go there, do this, do that.

Babe: I'm not a wolf.

Maa: Oh, I knows all that. Calls yourself a sheepdog. But you don't fool none of us.

Babe: [moves to look through a gap between the planks of the pen] I'm not a sheepdog, either.

Maa: Well, I'll be dipped! What are you?

Babe: Pig. Large White. What are you?

Maa: Ewe.

Babe: Not me, who are you?

Maa: That's what I am! I - am - a - ewe!

Babe: [goes inside the barn to see Maa] Oh, you're a sheep!

Maa: The name's Maa. And I'm stuck in this little box till the Boss makes me well again.

Babe: What's wrong with you, Maa?

Maa: [coughs] Foot rot. And I've had a nasty cough. And I'm not as young as I used to be.

Babe: You don't look very old to me.

Maa: Too kind. First kind word I've heard in donkey's years. You seem a nice young chap, not like them wolves. Treat you like dirt, they do so. Bite you as soon as look at you, the–

Babe: Bite you?

Maa: And worse. Much worse. Savages!

Babe: Fly would never be mean.

Maa: Who's that?

Babe: She's my mu – she's the sheepdog here.

Maa: [Babe nods; She coughs again] Fly, is that it? Black-and-white? Teeth sharp as a steel trap? All them wolves is cruel to us sheep. Always have been. No brains, no heart. Wouldn't want to see a gentle soul like you mixing with the likes of them.

Fly: Babe, you wait here.

Babe: Aren't pigs allowed?

Trip: [snickering] Not live ones.

Fly: [to Babe] Sorry, dear. Only dogs and cats inside the house.

Babe: Why?

Fly: [goes inside] That's just the way things are!

Dash: We'll catch him and eat him one day, won't we, Mom?

Fly: [yawns] Yes, guilty. Now come along.

Skip: What is it, Mom?

Fly the Border Collie: That's a pig.

Trip: They'll eat him when he's big enough.

Dash: Will they eat us when we're big enough?

Fly: Goodheavens, no! The bosses only eat stupid animals like sheep and ducks and chickens.

Puppy: It does look stupid, Mom.

Fly: Not as stupid as sheep, mind you, but pigs are definitely stupid.

Babe: [clears throat] Excuse me. No, we're not.

Fly: Good heavens! Who are you?

Babe: I'm a Large White.

Fly: Yes, that's your breed, darling. What's your name?

Babe: I don't know.

Fly: Well, what did your mother call you to warn you apart from your brothers and sisters?

Babe: Our Mom called us all the same.

Fly: And what was that, dear?

Babe: She called us all "Babe.

Horse: [whinnies; whinnies] Perhaps we shouldn't talk too much about, uh, family.

Babe: [weeping; sobbing] I want my mom.

Fly: [stares at Babe, but goes up to him; Rex shows up, sees Babe] There, there. You’ve got to be a brave boy now. I left my mother since I was your age, and my pups will have to leave me soon. But I'll keep the eye an you, if you like, just till you find your feet. The little pig's a bit low. He's going to sleep with us, just till he finds his feet.

Rex: [growls slightly; leaves] Until he finds his feet.

Puppy: But Mom, he'll wet the bed!

Fly: [to Babe] Nonsense! If you do want to do anything, you'll go outside, won't you? Good boy.

Maa: [about Babe] You see, ladies? A heart of gold.

Sheep's password: Baa-ram-ewe. Baa-ram-ewe. To your breed, your fleece, your clan be true. Sheep be true. Baa-ram-ewe.

Sheep: [to Babe] Well, I wouldn't call that a bite myself. You got teeth in that floppy mouth of yours or just gums?

Fly the Border Collie: [to Babe] It's only your first try. But you're treating them like equals. They're sheep; they're inferior.

Fly the Border Collie: The Bosses only eat stupid animals like sheep and ducks and chickens.

Ferdinand the Duck: [laughs in joy] The pig did it! The pig did it! The perfect score!

Ferdinand the Duck: The fear's too much for a duck. It-It eats away at the soul! There must be kinder dispositions in far-off, gentler lands.

Ferdinand the Duck: Christmas dinner, yeah. Dinner means death. Death means carnage! Christmas means carnage! Christmas means carnage!

Farmer Arthur H. Hoggett: [repeated line] That'll do, pig. That'll do".

Farmer Arthur H. Hoggett: If I had words to make a day for you I'd sing you a morning golden and true I would make this day last for all timeThen fill the night deep in moonshine

Narrator: [as the crowd cheers for Babe's remarkable performance at the sheepdog trials] And so it was that in all the celebration, in all the hubbub of noise and excitement, there were two figures who stood silent and still. Side by side.

Narrator: There are many perfectly nice cats in the world, but every barrel has its bad apples, and so it is well for everyone to pay attention to the old adage: "Beware of the bad cat holding a grudge.

Narrator: [first lines] This is a tale about an unprejudiced heart, and how it changed our valley forever. There was a time not so long ago when pigs were afforded no respect, except by other pigs. They lived their whole lives in a cruel and sunless world. In those days, pigs believed that the sooner they grew large and fat, the sooner they would have to be taken to Pig Paradise - a place so wonderful that no pig had ever thought to come back.